"Proactively... seek them out...?"
Zhang Xiaoman’s words shocked everyone present, as nobody expected him to say such a thing.
From the current situation, the gods in the sky are "hunters," and we are the "prey."
According to conventional thinking, everyone now is eager to hide, so how can we proactively deliver ourselves to them? Isn’t this seeking death?
However, those present are not ordinary people.
Once they got over the initial surprise, they began to silently ponder the feasibility of such a move.
"You all are Guardians or Kings of your respective races. I believe that everyone gathered here shares one purpose: to protect your people from harm during the day of divine descent."
Zhang Xiaoman maintained a calm deanor and slowly explained his reasons for doing this.
"But have you considered? No matter how hard you try, no matter what kind of resistance you put up, death cannot be avoided."
"Back on the Northern Wind Prairie, I believe you’ve already seen their strength. They occupy the sky, boasting a natural advantage in commanding the battlefield."
"Our numbers are just seven; even including Jilinget and Pujekrus, we barely number ten. Facing an attack from the heavens, there’s no way we can cover all bases."
"I guarantee that so will die, and it certainly won’t be a small number."
"So, rather than waiting for them to descend upon our holand and wreak havoc, why don’t we strike first, lead the battle to their territory before they arrive?"
"In this way, even if we ultimately fail, we’ve at least tried. It’s better than sitting idly now, awaiting that so-called Divine Punishnt and being caught off guard in the end."
"..."
Zhang Xiaoman’s string of words left the Holy Temple in deep silence.
Everyone furrowed their brows in thought, even the sound of breathing seed absent.
After a long while, a rough voice rose first.
"Damn it! Let’s do it! Ji Xing is right; we can’t sit here waiting for those damn gods to descend. We should take the fight to them, let them taste the wrath of the Dwarves!"
Dwarf King Yohad slapped the table and stood up.
"Dwarves? You’re not the only one, Yohad. There are also us, the Elf Clan!"
Acatus glanced at him, bluntly pinpointing flaws in his statent and expressing his stance.
"I agree with this approach, in order to protect the citizens of the Elf Clan, we should give it a try."
Elf Queen Regina also voiced her approval.
McCarthy looked around at everyone, then nodded and said:
"Ji Xing makes a lot of sense, I agree as well."
Finally, everyone focused on the Undead Princess Hillna, the only one who had yet to express her opinion.
"I have no objections."
Hillna remained succinct without unnecessary words.
Zhang Xiaoman nodded.
With this, all the Holy Ones within the Unshacklers Association have agreed to the plan, and now it’s ti for official discussions.
As for Elcurus and the opinions of the three Frost Giant Dragons, that’s actually not important anymore.
After all, they are now under control by Undead Magic, and whether they agree or not makes no difference.
This outco is quite obvious, as everyone present is a Holy One with responsibilities towards their respective races.
If they were lone wolves like Zhang Xiaoman, they might consider hiding out sowhere alone.
But since they all have people to protect, they naturally cannot stand idle while the flas of war spread to their lands.
In this decisive battle, the location is critical.
Especially in a divine conflict of this nature, once it bursts forth, the consequences are truly unpredictable.
The war with the Beastn has just ended, and the losses from it are fresh in everyone’s minds; nobody wants to gamble their people’s lives recklessly.
"However, those gods are in the sky. Although we can fly, we can only reach the clouds. How on earth can we reach the Divine Country?"
Great Druid Acatus raised a question.
Everyone turned to Zhang Xiaoman.
No one is foolish; they know that this mysterious Ji Xing wouldn’t propose such a plan without a corresponding strategy, so they’re eager to hear his layout.
For this, Zhang Xiaoman undoubtedly has arrangents.
He knows that the Ninth Rank strong people’s flying altitude in this world isn’t enough to reach the gods’ location with their abilities alone.
"Forty thousand ters, that’s where we’re going. There, we’ll see the legendary divine beings."
He revealed a number, the distance from the ground to the Divine Country.
This number wasn’t casually spoken; it was derived from his own abilities and tests.
Previously on the battlefield, Zhang Xiaoman once threw a Holy Light Spear toward the sky.
The spear, after flying a certain distance, reached an area ford by solid objects, resulting in an explosion.
The explosion of the spear similarly transmitted the surrounding situation back to Zhang Xiaoman on a ntal level.
He could clearly feel that it was a large solid-like floating object, initially estimated to possibly be a spaceship or the like.
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